On our ONE day that we have together during the week the Chef usually tries to wake up a bit early so we have more time together. For him, early is around 10:30 am. For me early is around 7:30 am. Do you see the problem here?
Last weekend we had an extra day tacked on to it due to "Family Day". A made up holiday that our government gave to us because we are a bunch of cry babies that complained that we did not have a long weekend from January until April. And because I live in Ontario we were given a day in February. (I am not complaining, actually I am hoping that if we complain more we can finagle a few extra days throughout the year.)
So because of this "family day" the Chef and I had two (COUNT THEM.... TWO!) whole days together. This is how my Monday went.
6:18 am: Cats wake me up with no concern that I was up
7:18 am: Finished coffee and reading a book.
8:45 am: Thought about going back to bed but didn't (big mistake)
9:30 am: The Chef should be getting up soon...ish. Went into the bedroom and poked around on the dresser trying to see if I could wake him up. No luck.
|No pic of the Chef sleeping, instead enjoy a picture of Mini sleeping. Way cuter.|
10:15 am: Accidentally bumped his feet at the end of the bed as I walked by
10:45 am: Gave the Chef a
11:00 am: Started "cleaning" in the other room
11:30 am: "OK, it's 11:30 am. Get the hell up, the day is almost over."
Chef: "Why didn't you wake me up earlier?"